“I don’t know how.”
“I will show you.”
His hands cradled my head, guiding me to his throat. The nails on his hand thickened and lengthened. He used his thumb to open a small wound right next to the carotid artery. Instinct took over and I attacked.
My fangs sank through skin. It felt like biting into a grape, crisp and firm until you got to the juiciness inside. He moaned and his hold tightened.
Blood flooded my mouth. I lost control, my grip tightening as I pushed and pulled, trying to get closer to that amazing taste. Frenzied, I climbed him, wrapping my legs around his hips and holding on as tight as I could. He helped, lifting me and holding me to him just as tightly.
I’d never get enough. It was like liquid life pouring down my throat. The taste of dark delights on a wicked night. Bagged blood had nothing on this. It set my senses afire and suddenly I could hear everything and see everything, power the likes I’d never felt filling me up to overflowing. It felt like my skin would burst trying to contain it, that it might shoot out of my fingertips.
I came back to myself, my lips moving wildly on Liam’s as I fought to get closer to him. At some point I’d stopped drinking and started kissing him. His hands held my ass in a bruising grip.
I pulled back, panting. That was—I didn’t know what that was.
He pulled me closer, but I held myself away, trying to catch my breath and bring myself back under control.
“Let me down.”
His eyes snapped fire at me. I stared back, letting him know I meant business. He’d have a raging tornado of claws and teeth on his hands if he didn’t release me in the next few seconds.
He let me go, letting me slide down him with an agonizing slowness. I stepped back, wobbling momentarily before catching my balance.
“Blood from the vein causes lust,” I observed.
“It can,” Liam said in a neutral voice.
“You should have told me.”
He arched an eyebrow. “So you could have refused?”
I shut my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I would have refused if I’d known.
“It doesn’t always have that affect,” he said, his lips tilting in a sensual smile. “Usually that only happens when there are feelings of lust, as you called it, to begin with.”
I flushed. “You’re hot. Doesn’t make you less of a jerk.”
I walked away before he could say anything else.
“You’ll change your mind.”
“Not in this lifetime.”
As I left I thought I heard him murmur, “Good thing we have several lifetimes ahead of us.”
I stalked toward Peter, ignoring the smug vampire at my back. Nathan gaped at me as I moved towards him.
“Wow. Just wow.” His mouth moved like a fish’s. “That was just hot. I mean, like really hot.”
“So glad you enjoyed it. Let’s get back to business,” I said.
“You can take blood from me anytime,” he offered.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
I knelt beside Peter and shoved him. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.”
He came alive with a flurry of limbs, swinging at me way too fast for someone coming up from unconsciousness. I knew he’d been faking the sleeping beauty routine.
